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letra de mr. he gone shoot - young slo-be

[intro: young slo-be]
you ain’t living like that n-gga, aye
what you say, n-gga? what you say, n-gga?
aye, aye, what you say, n-gga? aye (music by [?] beats)
like what n-ggas really wanna do with it?
we got glocks, fns, chops
dirty sticks in that motherf-cker
aye
(set, gang)

[verse 1: young slo-be]
push up on ’em with that stick, n-gga
he ran up on me and got hit, n-gga, aye
backdoored, he got stripped, n-gga
aye, we got that location from that b-tch, n-gga
tried to slide, cuddy ate that whip, n-gga
and these shots gon’ last, we got stick, n-gga
tough guy, i ain’t worried ’bout no big n-gga
no liu kang but this chopper, it got kick, n-gga
aye, f-cking on this [?], n-gga, ain’t worried ’bout no new n-gga
i’m all on the sucker side with this new tool, n-gga
had to ditch my last blammy, i was acting a fool with it
i was tryna down that n-gga, up the score, new digit
yeah, i want that new money, yeah, i want that new bentley
but if we see them n-ggas then, b-tch, we throw the whole fifty
[?] like, n-gga, what you going through? in the bity better keep a tool
b-tch, i keep that squirter on me, yeah, mr. he gon’ shoot
[chorus: young slo-be & ebk jaaybo]
aye, he rude, pull out that k, mr. he gon’ shoot
n-ggas acting hard until we catch ’em, what you wanna do?
n-gga, you ain’t even up the strap, sucker in front of you (set, set)
n-gga, ain’t no pass, pull that smerkish move (it’s the gang)
we rude, pull out that glock, mr. he gon’ shoot
you ain’t even got one up top, n-gga, just tell the truth
if them n-ggas come through flocking, what you finna do?
take this n-gga pistol, what you gon’ do? (aye)
i’m rude

[verse 2: ebk jaaybo & ebk juvie]
aye, mr. he gon’ shoot (gon’ shoot)
we them n-ggas that slid tripping so what you gon’ do? (what you gon’ do, n-gga?)
and i ain’t giving no more passes, i’ll smoke you
keep your tail tucked ’cause this street sh-t ain’t for you (it ain’t for you)
slo-be, k!ll this man if he make a move (k!ll this man)
i got a f in art class but i’ll paint this dude (i’ll paint this dude)
juvie said you better bust if i pass the k to you (you better bust)
mask on, mask off like it’s halloween (halloween)
but i’ll do a skit barefaced, i don’t need a ski
he said my name, now we on his head like some [?]
now that n-gga gone, oh my god, it’s a mystery
my brother fighting for his freedom and it hurt my soul
catch a sucker, he gon’ take a shot and it’s not patrón
h-lla b-tches wanna tap in ’cause they know i’m on
mr. he gon’ shoot, now that n-gga gone
[chorus: young slo-be]
aye, he rude, pull out that k, mr. he gon’ shoot
n-ggas acting hard until we catch ’em, what you wanna do?
n-gga, you ain’t even up the strap, sucker in front of you (set, set)
n-gga, ain’t no pass, pull that smerkish move (it’s the gang)
we rude, pull out that glock, mr. he gon’ shoot
you ain’t even got one up top, n-gga, just tell the truth
if them n-ggas come through flocking, what you finna do?
take this n-gga pistol, what you gon’ do?
i’m rude

- young slo be

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